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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-07-01 11:00 am

TDM: JULY 2023





TEST DRIVE MEME

A TRAIN COMES INTO THE STATION.
You wake up on a train.

Your phone is buzzing. It's in your pocket, in your hand, on the seat next to you. It's a normal phone, and you're on a normal train car. One of the lights flickers, a little further down. The world is very quiet. It feels like you're right where you're meant to be. On the phone's surface is a white screen and the words—


WELCOME TO THE CITY. BEGIN ORIENTATION?

▶ YES
▶ NO


Please take a moment to complete your orientation.

Once you're finished, the subway doors slide open to let you out onto the train platform. To your right, the platform continues on and eventually ends; to the left is a set of stairs that will lead you up into the station itself. The platform is quiet, clean, empty—there's no one else around, and the only sounds you can hear are your own footsteps, your own breaths, and the occasional faraway sound of a creaking pipe or rush of air. The train you disembarked will stay there as long as you do, its doors still open, until you finally decide to venture up into this new locale.


As you make your way up the stairs to your left, you find yourself in the belly of City Hall station. The station is large, a sprawling underground mini-metropolis of corridors and storefronts. Here, you may find others like you, freshly-arrived city residents from other realms (or even your own). There is also a subway map, which will give you an idea of the layout of the neighborhood, and ticketing machines, which can currently only be used to buy tickets to a handful of stations located on lines 1, 2, and 9.

If you're hungry or in need of any kind of supplies, there are plenty of storefronts inside the subway station as well—snack stands, convenience stores, restaurants, clothing stores, a pharmacy, and a variety of empty shops that may or may not have ever been in use. Everything is unlocked, and you can take whatever you need.



Characters may stay on the train platform indefinitely, and may re-board and re-disembark from the subway as many times as they like, but the train will not depart nor will the doors close. Once they go up the stairs into the train station, they may hear the train doors closing and the train departing. Another train will not arrive, no matter how long the character waits. Only once they come up the stairs into the station itself may characters encounter their fellow newly-arrived residents and take advantage of what the city has to offer.

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WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
The station is located in the city center. It has three major exits that lead to areas of interest in the district, but there are several other smaller exits that lead in other directions around the neighborhood. You are welcome to use any of them, but may find the north, southwest, and east exits to be the most welcoming.
TO THE NORTH
The northern entrance to the station leads up into the sunlight and puts you out in a brickwork plaza. There's a modest building in front of you, three or four stories of stone with a welcoming facade. There's a sign above the entryway—it says City Hall. You may be tempted to explore, if you're interested in learning more about the city and how it functions, but prepare to find yourself disappointed—the folders in the records rooms are full of empty, blank sheets of paper, and the logbooks and balance sheets are similarly devoid of information.


Immediately to the southwest of City Hall, you will find a small building that houses the tourist information kiosk. It looks welcoming, with an inviting glass facade and a sign above the entryway announcing it as the "TOURIST CENTER." It's a humble building with a receptionist's desk on the back wall opposite the entrance, empty magazine shelves lining the side walls, and a few spinning brochure racks full of blank pamphlets. Anyone is welcome to peruse the tourist literature, though they won't offer much information, being primarily filled with pictures of the surrounding area—City Hall, the park, a statue garden, and the surprisingly heavily-featured cemetery. There are a few sentences sprinkled throughout about basic offerings of the city, such as apartment complexes and office buildings, as well as a few maps with the same limited scope as the larger version on the wall behind the receptionist's desk.


The main feature of the tourist center is the interactive kiosk installed dead in the center, right in the middle of a few rows of uncomfortable chairs that fill the small room. It's noticeably in the way of any would-be foot traffic through the tourist center, and something about the technology seems a little more modern than the computer behind the desk or the landline phone on the wall. The kiosk is a tall silver rectangle, about average adult height, and the upper half is a screen welcoming visitors to touch it to activate the kiosk. If you were to touch it, the screen would come to life with simple dialogue inviting visitors to ask it their questions.

However, residents should note that the kiosk is only programmed to assist with exploration within the available areas of the city. It may not be able to answer every question, and tampering with the kiosk may result in unreliable or inaccurate answers!
TO THE SOUTHWEST
The western exit of the station takes you up into a city park, lush and green with a very light fog still hanging about the trees. There are lampposts on the walkways and benches where you could rest, and plenty of flora, although you can neither see nor hear any signs of animal life. You walk the paths that meander idly through the verdant grass and you feel a sense of peace, some of your unease about this place easing into a pleasant calm. The air smells fresh, like it's recently rained, and you'll find the grass ever so slightly damp should you decide to take a seat.


As you make your way deeper into the park, the trees grow denser and the smell of soil and plant life grows stronger. This is the older part of the park, very nearly a forest, with ivy climbing the trunks of the trees and plants and shrubs growing riotously around their bases. As you turn a corner, you find yourself first in the statue garden, although the statues are harder to see now, choked as they are with ivy. There are many statues, some partially obscured, some fully—very few of them still stand free of the vines and clinging roots. (It doesn't feel quite as peaceful here.) If a statue's face looks a little bit familiar, you may not want to look at it too long.

Continue down the path and you will find yourself in a graveyard, one that seems centuries old. Most of the headstones are worn away by time and covered in moss, rendering them impossible to read. The few that are free of moss are blank, or bear only suggestions of names too faint to be understood. (Was that the name of—no, it couldn't have been. Could it?) Many of the headstones stand at an angle or are toppled over completely, having been subjected to either strong winds or the roots of the trees that grow up from some of the graves, spreading branches toward the sky.
TO THE EAST
The final exit of the station, to the east, puts you out on a quiet surface street. Are you hungry? Or are you paralyzed by choice? There are plenty of restaurants, offering options of almost any food you can imagine. You could try a convenience store—it's well stocked, and the items there seem free for the taking. How about a restaurant? There's no one to take your order, but when you look in the kitchen, there's something on the stove, and it's just what you've been craving. Imagine that.


A few blocks down, you come in through the lobby of a tall building and find yourself in a corporate office. The fluorescent lights are steady and unforgiving, and the cubicles and offices are empty. There are a few pieces of paper on desks, a few folders left in organizers, but everything is perfectly blank. Despite how empty and quiet the office is, it nonetheless gives you the feeling that just a few minutes ago, this place was bustling with workers going about their daily business.


You enter another building and find yourself in the lobby of an apartment complex—finally, a place to rest. The first door you try opens easily into a completely empty living room, freshly vacuumed but without a single piece of furniture. It's a nice apartment, quiet, but with a little too much echo for your taste, maybe. Still, and perhaps oddly, you have no trouble envisioning what life here would be like.

The second door you open leads to an apartment that feels lived-in. Why does it feel lived-in? It's fully furnished with items that seem to go together perfectly, true, but the feeling is more than that—the room feels like someone was just here, maybe standing right in the kitchen only moments before you swung the door open. The air is a perfectly comfortable temperature, and it somehow smells like home despite that you've never once set foot here before. The refrigerator is stocked, and the cabinets are full of spices and flatware and kitchen utensils.


As you look around the living room, you find that there are pictures in frames on the walls and some of the flat surfaces—a seascape, a field, a shot of a city park bench. In each of the photos there's something just slightly wrong with the angle, as though the photographer were aiming for a subject that can no longer be seen.



Characters are welcome to explore the district around the City Hall subway station to their heart's content. The City Hall building itself contains several floors of offices and file rooms, but none of them contain any particularly interesting information. Nonetheless, characters may wish to team up with other newcomers and try to find some hints about the nature of the city. They can also spend a while in the park, the statue garden, or the graveyard. In the blocks surrounding the station there are plenty of options for food and housing, as well as office buildings, storefronts, and alleyways to look around. There are no workers in any of the buildings, and there does not seem to be an honor system for payment, nor any consequences for taking food from the stores or setting up camp in an apartment or office building.

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SO A TURKEY WALKS INTO A BOWLING ALLEY...
There's a bowling alley open in the newly-accessible district, and you're invited to come test your mettle!

Walking into the lobby, you're struck by a peculiar combination of scents—shoe polish, floor wax, pretzels and nachos, and something pungent and a little oily. On the wall behind the desk is a shelf full of pair after pair of shoes, in every size you could possibly imagine, and there's a low rack filled with brightly-colored, heavy bowling balls that are ready for the taking. You can also hear the low hum of machinery and the rattle of pins being reset every time someone knocks them down, the bowling alley a well-oiled machine despite the fact that no one seems to be manning it.


You can bowl alone, start a match play (1-v-1), or bowl as a team, but you'll quickly find that bowling is much more fun (and somehow easier) when you're playing with others. Maybe it's because being around other people raises your spirits, but you feel more confident when you step up to bowl, and you find that when you're playing as part of a team, the bowling ball travels faster and in a straighter line, and you seem to be making strikes and spares with much greater frequency. Teamwork really does make the dream work!

If you occasionally see what you think might be the shadow of someone passing behind the machinery at the far end of the lane, don't worry about it—that's probably just your imagination.


If you stop by the bowling alley at night, you will find the place totally transformed. There's a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and brightly-colored lights flashing and dancing around the floor and walls. Any white parts of your clothing glow a delightful blueish color, and you find that you're illuminated in all kinds of interesting shades by the blacklight bulbs glowing in the ceiling. This is cosmic bowling, truly not for the faint of heart!

When you've finished bowling, you may want to stop by the snack area for a pretzel or hot dog, a soda, or—if you're there for cosmic bowling—maybe even a more adult beverage from the food counter on the far end of the building.



There isn't anything especially spooky about the bowling alley—except, of course, being forced to wear shoes that have been worn by a hundred strangers before. Characters are welcome to find their shoe size, grab a bowling ball, and go to town! Characters who come during the day will encounter a normal bowling alley, but they can always come back at night to get the full cosmic bowling experience. There will always be shoes in their sizes, the pins will reset themselves, and the balls will always be returned. Just be careful, those ball chutes can crush your fingers if you're not careful!

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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.



If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.

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possessum: (𝟎𝟖𝟐)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-06 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ A realm of the dead...? Peter's eyes widen — and then he draws a soft hiss of ache, the movement painful to his face. A hand lifts, fingertips tentatively brushing against the swell of his cheek. He hasn't seen himself yet. He knows he looks... bad, he can smell the blood, remembers the pain. But he doesn't know how much he looks like some dead thing freshly unearthed.

What the girl's saying, though..... It frightens him. Such things aren't a part of his own reality. They're not supposed to be.
]

You've been to a realm of the dead....? What is that....? What's it like?

[ He asks like he doesn't really want to know, the words willed out from himself. It's not a morbid curiosity, or even a desire to understand the truth. He doesn't know what else to say other than to follow this train of thought. He doesn't know what else to do. ]
elswhisperer: (where they can't return again)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-06 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
We uncovered the root of the world's twistedness: a man named Ribbons Almark, who lead a group called the Innovators. Ribbons had been manipulating things behind the scenes for years. He'd co-opted the Aeolia Plan before our interventions ever started. Us losing Veda, the creation of the A-LAWS... it was all his doing. ...He was also the pilot of the Gundam that saved me as a child, and the one who nominated me as a Meister.

The Innovators were made up of artificial humans called Innovades. Innovades were meant to walk alongside humanity, but the Innovators saw themselves as superior, and wanted to rule us instead.

Ribbons wanted this most of all. He believed that he was God himself. It was our meeting all those years ago, the look of worship I gave his Gundam, which ignited that belief.

Ribbons couldn't be reasoned with, and I killed him in battle.

We recovered Veda, and the A-LAWS' crimes were revealed to the world. A new government has since formed, and Celestial Being has remained in the shadows for the past two years, allowing the world to rebuild itself, and only intervening where absolutely necessary.

...Two years ago, I became a true Innovator. The new kind of human anticipated by Aeolia Schenberg, capable of using powerful quantum brainwaves. My existence as an Innovator is necessary for the dialogues to come... and the time for those dialogues has arrived sooner than anyone expected.

Several months ago, humanity came into contact with an alien species we dubbed ELS: Extraterrestrial Livingmetal Shapeshifters. They've been fusing with humans, killing them in the process. However, I don't believe it's their intention. With my Gundam, and the abilities granted to me as an Innovator, I tried to communicate with them. I remember... an overflow of information. I thought my head was going to split apart. And then it all went dark.

Eventually, I met you in my dreams. You told me I was still alive... and I woke up here.

[ Setsuna's food has gotten cold by now. He hasn't taken a bite.

He exhales. ]


That's the abridged version. I'll answer any questions you have.
laidtocrest: (pic#15777385)

[personal profile] laidtocrest 2023-07-06 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Perfect.

[He'll absolutely take that picture. Click! Pretty good for a guy who didn't know what central heating was up until a month ago.

And. And. Sylvain sidles around so Midnight can see the picture.]


Pretty good, yeah? [They should take a moment to admire the framing and the lighting together before potentially sacrificing Midnight's pants to the washer. Behold!]
hardestbattle: (Story be told)

[personal profile] hardestbattle 2023-07-06 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
It was not the one of my people, but of foreign gods. They called it Helheim, a cold.place where those who weren't deemed worth of ascension to the realm of the gods would go.

[It was a frightful place. She doesn't say that however. Not with how he was looking.]

We should find a place for you to sit and rest.
kampfgeist: (annoyed | and the horse you rode in on)

i apologize in advance just in case

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-06 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ the cards were right. her gesture for heine to join her on the couch triggers an immediate thickness in his throat, his vision crowding in briefly from the edges before he shakes his head to clear it. since his escape from the facility, there have been two women—one woman and one girl, really—whose touch hasn't sent him spiraling straight into the hollow darkness of a panic attack, and at first blush it does not appear that vanessa is among the chosen few.

heine braces both feet against the floor. he puts his chin in his hand, covering his mouth as he chews the inside of his cheek. thinking, weighing his options. he tastes blood in his mouth but the wound is already closing, flesh knitting together under his tongue.

on the one hand, his guns back. on the other hand— ]


I'll sit. [ the words come out like broken glass, all sharp edges. ] Do not touch me.

[ if her powers are what she says they are, heine can understand why contact would be preferable, but this is the only concession he can make. she's just going to have to work with him as he fights against both his fight and his flight instincts. ]
riquet: (5)

[personal profile] riquet 2023-07-06 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's not going to get peer pressured into eating someone's leftovers!!!

riquet, already exasperated by owen's behavior, sighs. very loudly. imagine stooping to the other wizard's level!

except he's going to take a seat--- clearing away some of the already opened things by pushing them to the side with his foot. ]


Tell me which one you liked the most and I'll have a fresh one. One you haven't touched yet.

[ not with his grubby little northerner paws ]
abit_ofboth: (facepalm)

[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-06 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
“I did not say that gods don’t exist, but how do you know your god is real? I know and know of plenty of gods. I have been called a god. But you can see that I am real.” He poked the man in the shoulder as if to prove his point. “With all that you have seen, why have you not seen your god?” He knows he’s likely playing with fire here, but Loki was never one to back down, especially when he was curious about something. And the human religions that named only one god had confused him for awhile now. Even more so in the few weeks he’d been here. It had been the most time he’d ever spent speaking with regular humans without trying to conquer them and he was finding it both odd and interesting.

“Yes, quite. Frustratingly so, I would say. I have been here for weeks and still have no idea why I am here, who brought me here or anything at all, really.” He stops then, taking a deep breath to calm himself. There is not point in going off in front of this stranger. He also does not know, Loki is sure.
fanstheflames: (Ain't no doubt I'm taking it home)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-06 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ If it had to be someone, she's thought, better that it's her. Felicia needs people who can be patient with her, Sana is... well, invisible to anyone without magic and painfully shy regardless, Iroha and Ui only just recently reunited, and Yachiyo is a force to be reckoned with; they're going to need her back home.

But Tsuruno can adapt. Has adapted, and nods a little slowly now with widened eyes. ]


"Otherwise"... so monstrous people like what you mentioned before? [ The ones who couldn't hold a conversation? ]

It sounds like you came from a pretty chaotic place.
fanstheflames: (She'll be on covers over the world)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-06 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
A Chinese restaurant! But Vietnamese cooking sounds really good right now...

[ Well. She also just joyfully likes food. ]
luciole: (We got soda and drugs for ya)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-06 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[She puts her fingers down and nods, taking one step back.]

Let's give it a go then.

[Already, out of the corner of her eye she can't help but catch some familiarity in the features of a statue a few feet away, but she shall not be distracted. They have a statue in front of them already.]
bemist: (No attorneys to plead my case)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-07-06 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
I did say if you wanted to know something, to ask.

[ So at least he appears to be taking her order advice to heart. Or he's just being delicate about the matter. Not that Gebura's going to go into too much detail, pausing to chuck the can into a nearby receptacle before accepting her second can. This one's sipped at a little more leisurely. ]

... Just a second chance. [ Finally. ] To make things right.

[ It's a horrendously vague answer, but it's also a truthful one. And it was also a gamble, one she's not sure will or won't pay off yet. But if anyone deserves the chance to be understood, to be seen through her anger, to be given another chance like the rest of them had...

She owes Angela that much. To see what she'll do next. ]
luciole: (Try and hear me then I'm done)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-06 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Then it's up to us to keep both of those cuisines alive and well in the time that we're here. Don't you agree?

[It's a good thing, Lucinda thinks, to talk about something frivolous. As long as Tsuruno feels better about it.]
matermali: (071)

she can take it

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-06 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ The outstretched hand retracts to her lap the moment she sees the tension rise. The demand is made and understood long before he gives it a voice. Is he afraid of touching witches? One couldn't blame him, but he shouldn't have suspected it on meeting her. Women, then? Any adult? Any creature? For now it's pointless to wonder. ]

That will make it considerably more difficult.

[ Which it already was going to be. She doesn't know how this will work, or if it will work. Are her abilities truly weaker, or simply more unpredictable to summon? It doesn't mean she won't still try. What other option is there? ]

But if you wish, we will attempt without touch. Please, sit.
kampfgeist: (sigh | what a headache)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-06 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ a snort at that. touching will make it even more difficult yet, albeit in new and special ways. heine can't say he likes vanessa, he barely likes anyone, but he doesn't particularly relish the idea of accidentally losing control and disembowling her, either.

it clearly takes effort for him to push himself out of the chair he's occupying and join her on the couch instead. every nerve of him is on edge, tension radiating from him so clearly she won't need any special sensitivity to read it. his hands, fingers curled into something not unlike claws, rest awkwardly on his knees, because the other option is to hold onto the couch and heine feels there's a real chance he'll tear through it. ]


Now what? [ heine asks, speaking through gritted teeth. ]
killed: (pic♯15756226)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-06 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
My spice tolerance? Hm... I'd say it's about average.

[ It's nonexistent actually, he has a little kid's taste, but anyway. ]
possessum: (𝟎𝟗𝟗)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-06 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ None of it sounds familiar. Gods..... ascensions, realms. It sounds like made up things.

(It sounds like ancient things. And there is something impossibly ancient within the boy with the broken face, and as he listens to the girl's words, another convulsive shudder ripples down his spine.) Any thought of protesting the offer is quickly null.
]

Y-yeah... maybe I should.... sit. I don't feel good. [ Peter says, once more like some child rather than what he should be, which is a young man nearly eighteen years old. ]

Do you think we're safe here? Should we leave?
luchino: (3683937 (24))

[personal profile] luchino 2023-07-06 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
I'd make sure it was stocked with specimens from all over the known world. Other worlds too, if need be.

[ he nods to himself. ]

How do you feel about reptiles?
killed: (pic♯15756244)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-06 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Did you? That must have been quite the exciting life, though I could see it just as easily becoming overwhelming...

[ He doesn't look that old, after all, and child star life is a lot. He nods once. ]

You must keep busy, but you ought to set some time aside from it. Once you learn one it's easy to learn another.

[ Easier anyway, one can become two and two three. ]
matermali: (188)

the psychic part won't work but the gentle compulsion can for a short time (only if you want it to)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-06 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ His tension is distracting, though not against his favor. It only renews her vigor for her cause. The people trapped here do not belong here, no matter their sins. Whatever was done to him has left such a mark that he may never be free of it. Not alone. Vanessa is sorry she hasn't the time to try and help him.

Asking him to relax is not going to help anything, to be sure. Nobody can relax once the matter is addressed. It must be forgotten entirely.

Everything else must fall away, as things tend to when Vanessa captures someone's gaze well enough. Her pale eyes do not flinch, with an endless blue for drowning in. Here, the rasp of her voice falls low, husky and soft at such a level; like burnt velvet. ]


Look into my eyes.

[ The urge to reach out and take his hands is powerful, as doing this can be just as mesmerizing to her as it can be to others. The difference is, she remains the one in control. ]

Listen to my voice.

[ There are no other sounds. There are no sounds of birdsong, after all. No bustling crowds rushing the sidewalks. No neighbors shouting through the walls. There is nothing else except for her voice, and the flutter of their breathing. She keeps her breaths slow, guiding his along should he begin to settle.

The suggestions are repeated in a hypnotizing rhythm once again; twice. Look into my eyes. Listen to my voice. Her voice nears a whisper while she stares into eyes so beautifully red, and Vanessa wonders if any other color exists in the memories behind them. ]


Let me in. Show me.
immortalpoet: (vermillion)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-06 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[JESUS CHRIST....2]

...How many of these gods are there? [He grimaces at that, not at all blaming the man for that kind of reaction.] This place must be like paradise to you, then. No Old Gods or the like about.
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-06 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Specimens, huh.]


Asks the big reptile man. [deadpan] I'm okay with them, I suppose. Not a lot running around the City or anything.
limbical: (who who tried to sing)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-06 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Suppose it's close enough to one. It's also frustrating as hell to be here, but I can't change it yet.

[The question crawls under his skin for a moment. It brings him back to days that almost felt optimistic when the Baron took him in, asking him questions -- but Daan in this instance would not be offering too much more than what a person would commonly know already where he's from.

So he raises his hand, counting up with each name.]


Rher, the Moon God of Trickery. Gro-goroth, Destroyer of Man and God of Destruction. Sylvian, Goddess of Love and Fertility. Vinushka, God of Nature. Alll-mer, the Ascended One. The God of Fear and Hunger. ...And lastly, a lesser known one I'd just recently discovered is called the Sulfur God.

That doesn't even cover the New Gods. Less worshipped mostly, depending on who they are.
limbical: (to the cave man days)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-06 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm, not even a day, truthfully. Since this morning. I don't really have a watch to keep track.

And you, Detective?
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-06 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
....Now that's almost making me miss the Abnormalities at home. Almost. At least the large majority of those don't want to act as gods.

[He mutters a little, gloomy at the idea - he already has dealt with Wings messing around with people and experimentation, throwing gods into the mix? Horrifying. He doesn't like thinking about it.]

[Another sip just for that.]


Where I come from...nothing like that exists. Sure, there's religions here and there, but...nothing to that level. And definitely nothing that actually exerts any real power over men. You've been dealt a horrible hand there.
limbical: (you can set music back)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-06 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Many of the New Gods saw fit to take fate into their hands after the Old Gods just became disappointed and tired of humanity. Personally, I'm not a fan of any of them.

[Dealt a horrible hand. Oh, he knows. Daan never mixed well with religion before on account of his personal history, and after the Termina Festival suffice it to say he had no lost love there.

Just other problems.]


Let's just hope none of the gods saw fit to muddy their hands into this place. I've long had my fill.